Holy Spirit, Light divine!
On our souls in mercy shine;
Gates of heaven again unfold;—
Haste, for Time is waxing old.
On the Church of Jesus shower
All thy plenitude of power;
Heal earth’s bitterness and strife
With the Saviour’s love and life.
Over all created things
Brooded, once, thy blessèd wings;
Groans the world with grief and pain
Dove divine! descend again.
“THE DAY OF CHRIST.”
The Son of man will come,—
His promise cannot fail;
The royal Conqueror
Shall over all prevail;
And Earth shall hear his summons dread,
And Death and Hell give up their dead.
Ten thousand thousand saints
His coming shall attend,—
And underneath his feet
The firmament shall rend;
And, prostrate at his judgment throne,
The world his sovereignty shall own.
O Son of Mary! hear
A helpless sinner’s prayer,
And, on that awful day,
Make me thy gracious care;
O, be my heart’s sure hope and stay
When the wide heavens shall flee away.
Keep faithful watch, my soul,
And pray “Thy kingdom come;”
But leave it all to Him,
How he shall bring thee home;
The resurrection of the just
Shall recompense thy patient trust.